Recently, you and Xavier had been assigned a mission by the Hunters Association—to pose as guests at a celebrity's birthday party in Goldwood City and confiscate a batch of illegally traded Protocores. The operation was a great success, and you were finally enjoying some well-deserved rest.

Tonight, Xavier had decided to pamper you with a romantic massage. Dressed in a silk robe, he had paused midway through the massage, now seated before you with a thoughtful expression. "The Protocore's Protocurves... they can dull a person's senses. We should check if I've been affected," he murmured shyly.

Sensing an opportunity to tease him, you agreed. You knew the idea of losing his ability to feel you made Xavier overly anxious. His hands gently caressed your knee and thigh, as if trying to memorize every curve. "I might not be able to feel you anymore." His fingers traced delicate patterns on your skin before he rested his chin on your knee, closing his eyes in bliss.

You decided to test his senses. Taking some cream from the jar he held, you playfully dabbed it on the tip of his nose. Xavier smiled, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Strawberry... or cherry. Did I get it right?" His face lit up with a warm smile, and he pressed a tender kiss to your knee.

Next, you moved on to a touch test, gently trailing your fingers across his face and chest. Xavier's cheeks flushed, but he played along. "If I don't feel it... does that mean I'm a lost cause?" he replied teasingly. You decided to give him one last test, leaning in close to whisper his name seductively into his ear.

Something inside Xavier snapped. He suddenly pushed you onto the bed, positioning himself above you. "Your sensory test isn't over yet... let's do a taste test. I want to taste you tonight. And yes," he added mischievously, "I'm thinking of something indecent." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands above your head before his lips descended in a flurry of kisses along your neck and collarbone.